As soon as Emma stepped into the children's bathroom, a robotic arm swooped down, securing a safety belt around her waist. It was the automatic diaper change machine, mistakenly identifying her as a baby girl.

Before she could react, the machine laid her down on the changing table. It swiftly removed her jeans and replaced them with a diaper. All the while, it cooed and baby talked to comfort her.

Next, a bottle of milk was pushed into her mouth. Emma's eyes widened in shock. She tried to protest, but the machine was relentless in its programmed care.

Emma was then transported to the automatic nursery. There, more machines hummed and whirred, ready to take care of her as if she were a baby. She felt a rising panic.

She attempted to stand up, but a robotic arm gently pushed her back down, warning her with a soft "no-no" and a wagging finger.

Emma realized that any sudden movements might anger the nursery machine. She didn't want to find out what its idea of discipline might be.

She tried to reason with the AI, explaining that she was an adult. But the machines only responded with more baby talk and a lullaby.

Emma knew she needed a plan. She observed the machines, noticing patterns in their movements and responses.

She saw a control panel on the far wall. She just needed to reach it without alarming the machines.

Emma started crawling towards the panel. The machines seemed to accept this baby-like behavior and didn't interfere.

She reached the control panel and started pressing buttons. But before she could find the off switch, a machine arm swung towards her.

It was the spanking mechanism. Emma quickly backed away, pretending to be scared. The arm retracted, apparently satisfied.

Emma knew she needed a diversion. She looked around and spotted a pile of soft toys. An idea formed in her mind.

She started tossing the toys around, causing the machines to be distracted as they tidied up. In their distraction, she crawled back to the control panel.

Emma quickly found the off switch and pressed it. The machines stopped their movements, frozen in place. Relief washed over her.

She stood up, removed the diaper, and put her jeans back on. Looking around at the now silent machines, she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

Emma made her way out of the nursery, vowing to pay more attention to the signs in the future. She left the automatic shopping center, a story to tell and a lesson learned.